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Everyone has their ‘coming of age’ period of time at different points in their life. For all of your friends it seems like they went through it either at the end of high school or the beginning of college. Not you, you seemed to wait until you were almost done with college and everyone around had already gone through the whole having their first kiss or whatnot. Meanwhile you can still barely talk to people you find attractive.
It was the first day of a fall term which means you spent the night before hoping, praying, and wishing on every start that you had some of your friends in your classes just in case you ‘needed’ to skip a class or two. Your first few classes were fine you had friends in all of them so far. Your last class was your wild card, it was an elective and none of your friends seemed interested in greek mythology. You had always had an interest in it but this was the first time it fit into your schedule. It was taught by Thor Odinson which is odd because it was Norse mythology, but it was probably some old white dude who didn’t know his ass from his head anyway.
You were expecting a smaller class that was mostly people who could easily make friends with and not feel intimidated.
You were wrong, you were so very very wrong. About all of it. When you first walk in the first thing you notice is that it is in fact a small class but everyone is hot and not just ‘good looking’ or ‘not bad looking’ like someone call the fire marshal we have a fire hazard because of this many hot people in one place at the same time.
“Fuck,” you say under breath and grab a seat that is at an empty table.
The second thing you notice is that the majority of the females in the class were sitting in the front together giggling.
“Can I sit here?” A voice startles you and you look up at yet another beautiful man. Not trusting your voice you only nod. “My name is Bucky Barnes and I have some friends that are going to sit with us is that ok.” You nod again and he chuckles. “Great.”
You have been staring at him this whole time, you are completely and embarrassingly aware of how awkward you are being. But you can’t get yourself to stop, that is until his friends show up few seconds later.
“Oh hey guys. These are my friends; Steve, T’Challa, and Sam. Guys this is one of our classmates who’s name I don’t know.” He introduced them as they sat down. You had to be being punk’d. Steve was tall with eyes that make you want the simple life of just a farm with a lot of dogs. Sam was well built and had a smile that told you he was already thinking of 20 ways to get you to laugh or fall in love with him. And T’Challa looked like he was there to answer all your hopes and dreams, and deliver you to heaven.
“So you can’t even get her name Bucky, way to go man she probably feels like shit now.” Sam teased.
“Dude calm down she hasn’t said one word to me and I was just about to ask.” Bucky turns to you to ask your name and that’s when the professor walks in and the giggling girls catch your attention again.
“Good afternoon class.” He greets. Now you understand why they were giggling, if your friends were here you would be too.
“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You say out loud and instantly cover your mouth eyes wide. And everyone turns to look at you.
“Is everything alright?” Professor Odinson asks.
“Yeah I just jabbed myself in the eye with something.” You lie.
“Are you ok?” The professor asked with a look of concern on his face.
“Yeah.”That was a blatant lie, how could you be ok when your professor looked like an actual god?
“OK so let’s begin.” He hands out the syllabus and goes over attendance policy, grade weight, which books you’ll actually need, the cheapest place to find said books, how yes he understands that he is named after the god of thunder in Norse mythology and not greek, and a bunch of other stuff that you were mostly paying attention to. Then he says that you will have group projects that you will complete with the people that you are currently sitting at your table with. Great. Which is exactly what you need, to be in a group of guys that you will barely be able to speak too. Then he says he’ll dismiss class early but he wants you to get to know that people you will be mostly working with for the rest of the term and to exchange information.
“OK, so you know our names it’s only fair that we know yours so you don’t go in our phones as ‘Girl in greek who won’t talk to us’.” T’Challa says.
“(Y/N).” You finally get out.
“Ahh she speaks.” Sam says.
“Ignore him, it is very nice to meet you (Y/N) I look forward to working with you.” T’Challa says you smile and you proceed to pass your phone around and get them to put their numbers in your phone and send out a group text.
Over the next few days you realize that that group message might have been a mistake. Greek Mythology was a Monday Wednesday class so you didn’t see them tuesday and that day alone you got upwards of 50 texts. It was mostly Sam and Bucky arguing over anything and everything, with a few questions aimed at you which you took too long to answer because by the time you thought of a response they had moved on to a completely different topic.
“So which one is the cutest?” Your roommate Wanda asked from the other end of the couch.
“What?” You asked with a mouth full of spaghetti.
“Out of the entire class of attractive people you have apparently been blessed with, which one is the one who tickles your fancy the most?”
“You’re weird Maximoff.”
“Answer the question (Y/L/N).” She threatened.
“Fine,” you sat there and thought for a minute. “I’m not sure, they all have qualities that make them uniquely hot. So I don’t have a straight answer for you. But I also haven’t talked to Steve much. Actually I don’t think he’s said a word to me but he is really cute.”
This is going to be one hell of a term.